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THE MORE THINGS CHANGE...; CD piece feat. Matt Stone
Topic Started: Mar 14 2018, 11:37 PM (68 Views)
Nessa Wall
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OFF CAMERA: CHICAGO || March 5, 2018 (1:13 pm)

Nessa Wall hadn't bitten her fingernails in years but here she was, in the lobby of one of Chicago's nicest hotels, ruining a perfectly good manicure as she watched the concierge pick up the phone and punch in a few numbers. She had butterflies in her stomach worse than the time she'd tried to convince herself to jump out of an airplane. What a disaster that had been. Maybe this was a mistake, too. Maybe she should tell the man to forget it-

"Mr. Stone," the man said without so much as a glance in her direction, "you have a visitor." He paused, obviously listening to a reply before replacing the handset in its cradle. "He'll be right down, ma'am."

The fact that he hadn't asked for her to be sent up sat in her stomach like a stone as she watched the elevators, nervously checking her hair, adjusting her purse and shifting from one foot to the other as if it was some sort of obsessive-compulsive ritual. Of course she'd worn her favourite peep-toe Louboutins and that pencil skirt he loved so much, knowing precisely how great she looked in both. She'd paired that with diva red lipstick and had spent the flight in those rubber curlers while her hair was wet so she'd have the perfect beachy waves now.

It was a good five to six minutes before the elevator doors in the lobby opened and Matt Stone came out holding a piece of paper, wearing a fancy button-up shirt and a pair of black slacks, looking around before he noticed Nessa standing off to one side, biting her fingernail. He approached her, looking down at the paper in his hand for a second before extending it out to her.

"Guessing you didn't just come here for an autograph...but here you go." he said with a smile, taking a second to look her over. "Would have been down sooner but had to fix my hair, you know how it is."

For a moment she said nothing, simply staring at him. "I do," she finally found her voice, taking the photo from him. "I should put this up in my locker at Empire. Just to annoy everyone. Remind them..." she trailed off, blushing slightly as she looked away.

"That would certainly do it, I'm sure." Matt cut in with a smirk, standing there for a second before realizing that they could be elsewhere. "Did you wanna come up and talk? Maybe go out to eat? I've got nothing else going on." He suggested, looking around to see if anyone else was going to come bother them.

"I'm game for whatever you'd like," Nessa replied, sniffling slightly as she looked around, "fair warning though: I caught a whiff of perfume in the cab on the way over from the airport and my nose has been acting up ever since. I took some allergy medication but..." she shrugged helplessly, "you know how it goes."

He looked at her for a moment with incredulity written all over his face before nodding his head back to the elevator. "Then at the risk of further exposing you to things like that, we should just order in room service," he paused, "if that works for you."

"Alone in your room?" Nessa laughed, shaking her head, "oh goodness! How scandalous! Are you trying to seduce me, Matthew?

He rose his eyebrows at her for a moment. "And if I was?" He asked, taking her hand and leading her towards the large metal doors, using his free hand to push the button to summon the contraption.

"Hmmm..." she smirked at him, leaning in a little closer, "I'd probably let you. But shhhh... don't tell."

"Good to know." He answered with a wink as the large doors opened, Matt extending Nessa's hand. "After you, m'lady."

She did a mock curtsey, winking back. "Thank you, m'lord." Giggling, she stepped onto the elevator, those sounds of amusement turning into a soft snort as she tried to contain her glee. Seeing him again was incredible. Feeling like a giant weight had been lifted off her shoulders was even better. She couldn't get over how good he looked, either. Drawing in a deep breath, she tried to compose herself and ended up sputtering when she realized the last occupant had been smoking. Her nose twitched as Matt followed her in, pushing the button for his floor. She tried to rub the tickle away but it was futile and as the doors started to slide shut, she unleashed a loud sneeze that would have sprayed anyone trying to squeeze through that gap. "AHHHCHOOOO!"

Matt took a step to the side from Nessa, pressing against the side of the elevator when he noticed her rubbing her nose, being all too familiar with that telltale sign. "Bless you," he muttered after it was over, at least he thought it was over, the doors closing shut and the box starting to ascend. "You weren't kidding about that fair warning, were you?"

"Sorry," she murmured, her voice slightly hoarse, "it smells like cigarettes in here."

Matt sniffed the air for a second, shrugging. "I can't smell anything...you'd make a good drug dog, which now that I say that out loud isn't quite the compliment I meant it to be."

"I'm not sure I would," she admitted, glancing over at him, "I've never actually... smelled many drugs. Or any, really. I've led a pretty sheltered life... as you well know." Leaning back against the mirrored wall, she sighed, "so, big debut tomorrow. Are you excited? Nervous?"

He shrugged, shaking his head at the options she provided. "Annoyed, to be honest. Guy I'm up against had the gall to interrupt my big debut, and as you well know, I don't appreciate getting interrup-."

Nessa waved her hand, taking a shuddering, gasping breath before bending double, letting out another huge spraying gust that doused the inside of the doors. "AHHHHHHCHOOOOOOO!!!" The silence that rang out on the heels of that was ominous before she peeked over at him. "I swear that wasn't on purpose."

He stood still for a moment, thankful that he hadn't done what many people might have done and stood in front of the person he was talking to, those people clearly would have made a mistake. "Uh huh...I think it's best you've led a sheltered life; I can't imagine the amount of cocaine you would have wasted." His vision wasn't directly at her, but rather the mirrored wall behind her, one of the very few benefits of having it there, as he couldn't think off the top of his head any others, though his was partially distracted at the minute.

She turned towards him, smacking him automatically as she rolled her eyes. "Very funny. I could only imagine how messy that could be! Dust and powder everywhere... good lord."

"Yeah, not a pretty picture..." He managed to tear his eyes away from the mirror as she stood upright, looking at the door that had been her more recent canvas. "Not that that is any better, god I'd hate to have to wipe that down..." He paused for a second, shuddering at the thought of doing janitorial work. "Where was I? Oh...match. Yeah, this guy thought he'd come out and attack me simply because I disagreed with his opinion that Cleveland wasn't a steaming shithole. Naturally, in a match, he's no match for me...pun delightfully intended."

"Obviously." Nessa nodded, "and I can't see why anyone would disagree. Ohio as a whole is just downright depressing. Dirty, really. But you'll thrive, I'm sure." She forced a smile.

"Don't have much of a choice, I suppose." He confessed as the doors opened and he stepped out, knowing he needed to lead the way as she wouldn't know where his room was.

"I could ask them to..." she trailed off, following him into the hall.

"Let me thrive? Thanks Nessa, but I don't think you need to worry about how successful I am, anymore. Remember?"

She shook her head, looking embarrassed. "No. That's not what I was going to say." She could have blurted it out right then and there, begged him to come back. Or even offered to put herself up on the block for a trade. Instead she changed subjects, sniffling through a bright smile. "I'm sure you're going to be amazing!"

"That's the plan. There's four titles for me to go after, and I plan on having one by the end of the month." He stopped at his door, unlocking it and stepping in, holding the door open for her.

"By the end of the month?" Nessa whistled low, nudging him gently in the ribs on the way by, "how ambitious of you. And to think I was worried you might be lonely or sad or..." she turned around once she entered the room, watching him close the door. "Well, I'll just leave it there. I was worried. About you."

"Worried? About moi? How kind, but I assure you, I'm fine. Maybe a little lonely, but you know how it is, I'm used to it. No one in the locker room has endeared themselves to me, to say the least, some of them are just plain creepy."

She nodded. "I get that. I do. The Empire locker room is..." she bit her lip, turning her back on him to look around the suite. "Well, I've made a new enemy. Doing what I do best, of course. After Ruby Rose, I've really found that I enjoy welcoming new people into the fold." The sarcasm was thick in her voice as she walked across the room slowly. "I beat him in his debut. He crashed commentary on Friday and... well... you know how it goes. I let him get to me and," she waved her hand, dismissing the topic. "This is nice, though. Being here without having to worry about all that nonsense," she paused again, glancing over her shoulder at him.

"Sounds like you, social butterfly that you are. What would you have to worry about?" He asked, not being super up to date with what she had been up to since his departure, closing the door behind him and walking past her to rest on the edge of the bed.

"Us. The tension. The whole thing where I felt like Kasey was stealing you away. The titles. All those godawful bookings and those rag-tag teams and... well..." she threw her hands up helplessly, sniffling as though she was feeling more than that tickle in her sinuses. "It doesn't matter now. We had our moment in the sun and that was really great while it lasted. I'm back to the bottom of the heap but I'm sure it's..." she shook her head, "listen to me, sounding ungrateful. I'm not. Teaming with you was incredible, Matt."

"It was." He said flatly, looking over at her. "We got the tag titles and were the longest reigning team to hold them, that says a lot about us as a team and you individually. You've now held the top title in both divisions in Empire. You just have to get back there."

She shrugged, "and compete with the Molly Reids and the Kenzie Rydells? I'm not sure I care enough to claw my way back to the top of the heap, sweetie. I'd rather make waves in the most insufferable way possible. You know, simply because I can." She moved towards him with a smile, "so, I believe there was a promise of food. Unless you're offering yourself as the main course, that is."

With their height discrepancy, he was looking her pretty much eye to eye as he sat on the bed, raising an eyebrow at her words. She certainly was being more forward, or playful, than she normally would be, which wasn't a complaint by any means. "Either way, we'd at least need an appetizer, first. I think there's a menu by the phone there." He waved in the direction, hoping she would get it so he wouldn't have to get up.

She nodded, turning to get it. "I certainly hope they have filet mignon or something absurdly expensive like that. It's been a while since you bought me dinner so I feel like splurging..." she bent over the menu without picking it up, giving her butt a little wiggle to make sure he was looking. "So, appetizer... looks like they have a few big salads to choose from. Perhaps a nice meal. Wine of course... and then... well..." she glanced at him over her shoulder, making sure he was watching. "I know what I want."

"Really? I don't know how much you think I'm getting..." He turned to her as he was speaking, just noticing now how she was looking over the menu and stopping his words for a moment, his eyes following her hips back and forth. "Y-yeah, sounds like a plan...I'm pretty sure I know what I want, too."
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